Life is imperfect. It’s beautiful and complicated. And burdensome and messy. And you are a part of it, a part that grows and changes and laughs and loves and get broken and come back together. But there will never be a time when you can’t just step back and start all over.
There is no rewind, but you can always restart, let go. Let go of the toxic friends, of the urge to gossip, of the anxieties over what he said and she said, of the worry, you feel over a future you can not control. Let go. Reshape. Remould. Reconnect. And begin again. You are not supposed to be this static person, this person you have always been and always will be.
The world is continually shifting and you are moving with it, in whatever direction you want. Its never too late to spin things around for the better. To leave whats been broken and acknowledge that you can’t put it back together exactly how it was. To smile at the things you cannot replace, cannot fix, cannot make perfect. Nothing is perfect. You are not perfect. So don’t drag around your imperfections, don’t let them make up who you are.
Its never too late to start over. You don’t need to loose yourself in the shuffle, get caught in your mistakes and your fears and your anxieties. You don’t have to hold on to your anger or your sadness and carry it within you as if it defines you. You are more than that.
Start over. Begin again. All at once, or piece by piece, just promise yourself that you’ll start. That you’ll take the first step towards the person you have always wanted to be. Live for yourself. Do things that make you happy and not for sake of someone else’s happiness.